Chapter 1: A Memoir on Pigmen Basics
Hello, my name is Roger and I'm risking everything sending you this letter. I am an aprrentice to the great pigmen mages in the temple of the golden sword. These notes will carry messages to tell you of what happens in this temple and will hopefully give you insight into our everyday lives. I myself do not believe in worshipping a weapon and am hoping you will find this information useful.
Most think of us Zombie Pigmen as mindless husks of rotting flesh that wander around the edges of the nether, but they're wrong. We think as you do and have even mastered surviving in the nether. As you read this note you will realize that the pigmen are going to end up becoming machines of unstoppable force. We are all holed up in the temple of the golden sword for our annual session of praying to the creator of our world (Herobrine) and will remain here until we get a shipment of swords from the great creator.
If you are reading this then the note did pass through the portal to the overworld. We pigmen can't cross between the worlds for we are adapted to the heat of the nether and the overworld air would be like frostbite to us. Commonly you humans attack us so that you may get a gold nugget from our swords but the great creator recalls all blades from fallen pigmen and only rarely do scraps remain. Your creator (Notch) sends all souls of players that die to the Nether and here they are reborn as zombie pigmen.